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Booth stepped into the ward feeling as though his stomach had hopped up into his throat. He always felt uncomfortable in hospitals, but this particular hospital really put his nerves on edge. There was always this sinking feeling that he could possibly end up in a place like this, which is why, even though he remained hesitant around Sweets, he was willing to commit to therapy rather than reject the idea as a whole. As long as he maintained his life, thoughts and feelings under the scrutinizing eye of a psychologist, he knew that he had a better chance of not going completely insane later in life. He stopped just inside of the doorway for a moment, having been greeted by Doctor Freidman in the entranceway, "Doctor Freidman, how are you?"
"Just fine Agent Booth, do you need anymore information from me?" the doctor asked. The doctor appeared just as tired now as he had when he and Brennan had questioned him the day that Zack showed them where the body had been kept.
"No, sir. I'm just here visiting my friend." Booth said using every inch of his energy to plaster a disingenuous smile on his face.
"Ah, yes, Zack. He's a good kid." The doctor nodded, "Sad really, what happened to him."
"Yeah." Booth agreed, "But it shows the magnitude of what can happen to a person after having been in war."
"Indeed." The doctor said, "Well, I must go. I have a meeting." The doctor said pointing out the doorway that Booth had just entered from. Booth nodded his head and watched the Doctor leave. He turned his head, catching Zack's figure staring at him from halfway down the hall. Booth's quickened pace towards Zack insinuating to him that he had come across some information about Amy's death. Zack sprung to his feet and met him halfway.
"Agent Booth!" Zack called nearly tripping over his own feet.
"Hey, Zack." Booth said stopping in front of him, "I need that set of keys that you had. Did they confiscate them from you?"
"No, the only people who know about that set of keys is you, Doctor Brennan, myself and…"
"And?" Booth asked impatiently.
Zack shook his head, "Never mind, that's all." Zack turned back to his room, Booth following behind him. He opened up his top dresser drawer and pulled out the keys. Booth grabbed them out of his hand and shoved them deep into his coat pocket. He slapped Zack on the arm and turned to leave. Zack quickly followed behind him, "Is this about the fact that no one has a set of keys to the boiler room?"
Booth spun around and looked Zack dead in the eyes, "How did you know about that?"
Zack cleared his throat, "It seems that my hallucination was… not exactly a hallucination."
Booth looked at Zack skeptically and took a step towards him, "What are you trying to say, Zack?"
"It… it doesn't matter. Just go. You have a case to solve."
Booth patted Zack on the shoulder again and took off down the hallway towards the exit.
Booth ran into the Jeffersonian and tossed the keys into the gloved hands of Hodgins, who quickly carried the keys to his work station to process them. There was a small possibility that he would be able to recover trace evidence as to whose hands the keys would have been in.
Booth made his way to Brennan's office, to see her reading the case report that the FBI forensics team had written up about the possible crime scene. They had been able to confirm that the blood on the floor had indeed belonged to Amelia Webber as well as the emulsified substances that had been preserved inside the wall through decomposition. Brennan was positive now that there had been a body inside that wall, that it had recently been moved, and that Zack was the only one who had been able to access the body as of yet.
"What is going on, Bones?" Booth asked leaning into her office.
"It doesn't make any sense, Booth." She said letting out an exhausted sigh, "Zack is the only one that we know who could have the keys to that boiler room. You're positive that none of the janitorial staff or nurses could have a key to that room?"
"Positive." He said moving into her office and putting his hands in his pockets, "All of the keys to that room were rescinded around the time that Amelia was murdered."
"Well, Who took them all back?" she asked.
"A doctor who has long since retired. A man by the name of Doctor Goldman."
Brennan swiveled in her chair and stared at her computer screen. Her hand instinctively jutted towards the mouse and she loaded up Google onto her browser.
"What are you doing?" Booth asked, taking another step closer to her.
"I'm googling him." There was barely a hint of thoughtfulness to her words, which indicated to Booth that her "genius wheels" were in the process of turning.
"What good could that possibly do?" he said leaning over her shoulder.
A page popped up on her browser with a list of information about Doctor Goldman. Brennan and Booth stared at the picture of the Doctor on his homepage seeing the familiar face standing next to him. Brennan turned her head to look at Booth, "It looks like googling actually has done us a lot of good."